The Eton Bureau, Temas1-6Ingalton and Son, 1842 |
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ON A WINDMILL . A blank unkindly land ! where Autumn's gales Find scarce one leafy monument of spring To strip - where birds lack homes , and dare not sing ; And nature's bounteousness of verdure fails ; ' Midst these penurious hedge ...
ON A WINDMILL . A blank unkindly land ! where Autumn's gales Find scarce one leafy monument of spring To strip - where birds lack homes , and dare not sing ; And nature's bounteousness of verdure fails ; ' Midst these penurious hedge ...
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... scarce could raise To meet his lord's impassioned gaze , While groans of pity unreprest Told how within that rugged breast , Still kept alive by faith , could lie A kind , though humble sympathy . At length his faltering words explained ...
... scarce could raise To meet his lord's impassioned gaze , While groans of pity unreprest Told how within that rugged breast , Still kept alive by faith , could lie A kind , though humble sympathy . At length his faltering words explained ...
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... scarce akin to our mortality , Lives on through awful watches . Would that I Still , as of yore by spells of childhood bound , And still enshrined within the peaceful bed Which smiles of mother - love encompassed ; Would that I might re ...
... scarce akin to our mortality , Lives on through awful watches . Would that I Still , as of yore by spells of childhood bound , And still enshrined within the peaceful bed Which smiles of mother - love encompassed ; Would that I might re ...
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... scarce a friend to bestow his love on ; in his case display was his ruin . He knew this , and would often point it out to me , but went on as before . He was like a ship stranded on a sand - bank , a beacon to others , but apparently ...
... scarce a friend to bestow his love on ; in his case display was his ruin . He knew this , and would often point it out to me , but went on as before . He was like a ship stranded on a sand - bank , a beacon to others , but apparently ...
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... scarce rose above it , and made you aware of their presence without marking themselves clearly out , reminding you of the play of moonlight upon the rippling tide , or of " jewels shining tremulously at the bottom of the deep . " But ...
... scarce rose above it , and made you aware of their presence without marking themselves clearly out , reminding you of the play of moonlight upon the rippling tide , or of " jewels shining tremulously at the bottom of the deep . " But ...
Términos y frases comunes
Æneid Apollonius Rhodius barque beauty better breath bright Burton calm castle Catullus character charm child clouds dare dark dear death doth earth Eton Bureau Etonians evil eyes fair faith fancy fear feelings gaze gentle George Morland Georgics give grace grave Gwendolen hand happy hath heard heart heaven Herstmonceux holy honour hope King knew Ladon leave light live look Lord Byron Lord Dacre Lycophron Menedemus mind nature never night o'er once passed perhaps Phormio poet poor prayer Procles Puddletown readers round scarce scene scorn seemed shame shew shuffler sigh similes smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stream sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought told TOMMY GREEN truth Unterwalden verse Virgil waves wind Windsor Castle words write young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 316 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 274 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Página 229 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 267 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Página 187 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 143 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth...
Página 265 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Página 335 - THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet.
Página 229 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Página 114 - The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover — But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling — And am I then forgot — forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her...